aab e hayat ( English version)

chapter no 6

"Tomorrow, we'll go to my brother's place... We'll tell him everything... we'll discuss it with Salar," Saeeda Amma was saying as she sat next to her. She was extremely troubled. Imama neither confirmed nor denied her words. Now, she didn't feel like saying anything at all. She just sat quietly on her bed, wrapped in a blanket, listening to Saeeda Amma's words.

"Alright, go to sleep now, dear! You'll need to get up early for sehri in the morning."

Saeeda Amma suddenly had a thought. Getting up from the bed and leaving the room, she asked, "Should I turn off the light?"

She had suddenly remembered her from the previous night.

"just leave it on. Saying this in a muffled voice, she lay down," and Saeeda Amma went out, closing the door behind her.

The silence of the room reminded her of Salar's bedroom. "Yes, it's good that I'm not there; he can comfortably keep the light on and sleep. That's exactly what he wanted.

She started feeling upset again, and just then, her cell phone began to ring. Imama's blood pressure spiked for a moment—he was finally calling her. In a state of deep frustration, she threw the phone onto the bedside table. He hadn't taken her with him, and now, as she remembered him, it hurt even more. 

Her distress was turning into anger. Why was she making such a mountain out of a molehill? She had analyzed the situation, and this analysis had also caused her pain. Was she becoming overly sensitive, or was he deliberately ignoring her? Was he trying to show that she didn't matter to him? His friends, his office, his family—only these were important to him. The call didn't come again, and a few seconds later, she received a message. She was sure he would say that he missed her. The text message contained a number for a reload card and the words below it...

"Good night, sweetheart!" At first, she was intensely angry, then she started crying badly. She had never felt worse about anyone in her life than she did about Salar Sikandar and even today, she felt no one was worse.

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"can Aamna talk to me ; Tayyaba and I would also like to speak with her. Since you've married her, bring her home now. Do we have any part in this matter or not?" Sikandar said to him as soon as he greeted him.

"She is at her parents' house today." After thinking for a moment, Salar said, "So, my dear! Why did you come to your apartment instead of staying at your in-laws' house?" Sikandar scolded him. He responded with a laugh, "Are Mom nearby?" He changed the subject. "Yes, why? Do you want to talk?"

"No, for now, I need to talk to you. In fact, it's something quite serious." Sikandar immediately sat up straight. This was Salar Sikandar; if he was saying it was serious, then it was definitely very serious.

"What's the matter?"

"I need to tell you something about Aamna."

Sikandar was puzzled. He had already informed them about Aamna after the marriage. She was the daughter of Dr. Sibt-e-Ali, with whom he had entered into an emergency marriage due to personal reasons. Sikandar Usman knew Dr. Sibt-e-Ali and had met him two or three times through Salar. 

Even if he had suddenly informed them about marrying any girl other than Dr. Sibt-e-Ali's daughter, they wouldn't have objected. He and his family were quite liberal, and Salar was, after all, a "special case." It was impossible that he would marry in a conventional manner. This was Tayyaba's perspective, which she had expressed with a mix of concern and reassurance upon hearing about his marriage. Now, Salar was saying he needed to tell them something about Aamna. What could he possibly need to tell them about Aamna?